4.29.2012

Hi. I'm in California.
Turns out 3 theme parks in 3 days, plus walking downtown LA, will wear you out.
We already know this from my previous Disneyland/world posts. I'm kind of a baby when it comes to park stamina.
Personally, I feel like I've done an incredible job this time around. Bri's opinion on the matter might differ, but you'll never know that.

It all boils down to this, the first trip out of good old Utah with the husband has been fantastic. Tramtastic, even.
In the case that one of you isn't following me on FB, I'll give you a run down.

Day 1: Universal Studios just the O'Gwins while Bri is at work.
Dinner as a fam bam, and some hot tubbin.

Day 3: Six Flags; Magic Mountain, with the 3 of us. Downtown LA to see the Chinese and Kodak Theater's.

And because I am too tired to write well, some fun facts...

- I've sent back 2 orders of food so far. Not embarrassing at all.
- It is stinkin' stinkin' hot. oh man. so hot.
- I am burnt to a crisp.
- The first night here we discovered the air mattress we brought has a hole.
- Consequently, Zane attempted to build, and sleep in a hammock on the balcony.
(so sad I didn't get a picture of this.)
- And not surprisingly, we ended up sharing a twin air mattress. best night's sleep ever...
- I blacked out multiple times at Magic Mountain. Oooh yeah, totally awesome.
-I am the WORST backseat driver. Learning something new everyday.
- Zane and I have officially been married 4 months.
- I don't like big cities. Though fun to visit, I look forward to coming home to my quite little life.
- I think I've grown myself a butt.

Oh, you've already seen these?

It's possible I will write again.

Using complete sentences, and no Instagram collages if we're lucky.

If not, let me just say, it's been real fun.

I am so grateful to Bri, my cute parents, and cuter husband for making this little trip possible.
Life is good.

4.20.2012

This has been a weeks of weeks. Much too busy for my taste, and much too emotional for Zane's, and anyone else who had the pleasure of interacting with me.

Work managed to be rather busy, and painfully slow, at the same time.
It was the last week of school before finals, meaning punishment for all my procrastination.
My sister leaves for her internship in California tomorrow, thus my hand-crafted [and extremely thoughtful] gift had to be finished today.
And the cherry on top, my special lady time of the month making me cry 4 times a day over the stress of it all. I also may have shed a few tears because of replies to text messages being too slow, and wrong pizza toppings.

In the end, I pulled it all off.
Homework assignments are turned in, and Bri's book of Love Letters is completed.

Essentially, I had a bunch of Bri's friends, and family, write her a letter as a goodbye gift before she left for Conan. [She's interning at the Conan O'Brian show, I know, she's totally cool.]
After sucking up all of my crafty juices, and destroying my home, I finally compiled them into a scrapbook-like gift.

My home has looked like this for days.

The letters look a little something like this.

She loved it!

Tears were shed, not from me for the first time in weeks. Though I cried many touched tears while working on the project.

It turned out pretty perfect, if I do say so myself.

I really want to thank everyone who took the time to write something for Bri. So many sweet words were said, and there was never a more deserving person.

It meant so much to me, and even more to Bri. So a HUGE thank you to anyone and everyone who contributed.

I love my sister very much, and will surely miss having her around this summer.

She's an essential piece to the family puzzle, and it won't be the same without her.

Thank goodness the week is over.

I'm looking forward to enjoying some sun, love, emotional stability, and maybe a bit of sanity.

4.16.2012

I feel like this woman is speaking to me.
Honestly, whenever I take the time to read her thoughts they speak to me.
Sometimes I feel daunted by the lengthy-ness of posts, but always leave feeling inspired.
She speaks truth, and I figure we all could use at least a little of that rarity.

Today I read this:

"comparison. always, always comparison. comparison isn't just the thief of joy, it is the thief of the present moment and the slippery slope to what feels awfully akin to insanity."

A friend of mine at work is in love, and we have been discussing how in the world he can bring up the marriage conversation. Such a scary topic in a relationship headed in said direction.

Zane and I danced around the "M" word for about a month.
Little phrases and words implying a mutual future. Dates planned months ahead of time. I have a journal entry for every occasion Zane inched towards the big M.

I tried to pinpoint the moment Marriage became a spoken topic, so I could help my friend move his own process along, but could not.

I asked Zane if he remembered, he didn't even hesitate.

I came to visit him at work, took a seat on his lap, and said "I want to marry you. Just wanted to say it out loud."

4.11.2012

My mom is mocking me for even bothering to put $130.00 shoes in my Nordstrom's online bag. Making it very clear she will NEVER spend that much money on a pair of heels. A girl can dream.
"That's against our religion", My dad says jokingly.

And then Bri pipes in "Is it really?"... everyone looks at her, thinking she cannot be serious (she is),
We continue to stare, "What? I didn't watch ALL of conference."

This story is currently in the process of being quoted, and re-quoted within the family. It gets me every time.

4.10.2012

My cute mom teaches 1st grade, so most week days she is very busy and very tired.
This week is her spring break, the perfect time to steal a little quality time with a teacher.
It also happened to be the perfect day for a spring mother-daughter date.
It's days like these when I remember, out of all the places I could be on this little planet, I ended up right where I belong. In my imperfect but wonderful family, with my selfless mom.

A selfless mom who, every now and then, takes me to get a pedicure, and buys me a dress or two.

Don't stare at this picture too long, or you might realize my big toes are chubby and my other toes are curved. Not to mention, the spring pink I chose looks a little too much like Pepto Bismol.

But, feel free to notice my adorable sandals.

Mother-Daughter dates are the best of dates, and mom's are just the best.

4.08.2012

The bunny visited us a little early, due to the fact that I am a snoop.
A package arrived Friday afternoon while Zane was at work, and I figured I would find out was inside eventually. So I opened it.

Surprise! It was a present for me.
My cute husband remembered my favorite childhood memory I had only mentioned once. Sometimes he can be quite the thoughtful one.

So because I ruined his surprise, it only seemed fair we both woke up Sunday morning with no presents.

I had a little more time to make mine look cutesy.

Saturday we had our annual Easter egg hunt with all the cousins I have a small obsession with. Naturally the get together led to picture overload. I will try to control myself and only post my absolute favorites.

My sister mentioned on her blog that the theme she noticed in all the pictures I took was all the father-daughter love. Though that may be true, I noticed a different theme...

Anyone else see the theme here? or is it just the baby hunger talkin'?

4.04.2012

Yesterday I enjoyed another little gift from the hubs.
Titanic 3D. They gave out "collectable" glasses, as well as posters. Too great.

I realized I have never before seen the full, unedited version of this classic film.
Thus, I got to see Kate Winslet's boobies for the first time in 3D. Truly did not know I had been missing that little detail my whole life, and am sure I would have survived without that "artistic" touch. I did make it through the scene without giggling like a 4 year old, or gasping like a grandma, unlike many other fellow viewers.
I'm so mature sometimes.
I also managed to get away with not shedding a tear, just some watery eyes. A miracle really.
Zane, on the other hand, was not so tough. In fact the movie got Zane in what I call, Mushy Mood. For me, "Mushy Mood" is a common, and openly admitted, consequence of watching chick flicks. But this was the first time I'd seen the cheesy love portrayals work their magic on the husband, and I was happy to get extra kisses, and I love you's, on the way to the car.
He is such a tender.

Today, if you were wondering, I woke up early and went to Pilates, just to discover the candy we smuggled into the theatre still in my purse. Thus, I had a lunch of Mike and Ike's, Skittles, and Rolos.
It's a good life.

Sometimes I type starting sentence, after starting sentence, in attempt to write something cute, or witty; I'd even settle for grammatically correct.

Somedays, like today, it just doesn't come to me.

So lets skip the pleasantries and jump to talking about the funnest concert in the world. Fun.

The tickets were a Valentines gift from Zane, so we have been looking forward to it for too long.

I needed a night out to remind me I'm not a completely boring married person. I like to tell myself Zane and I are one of those cool married couples, who go to cool concerts and other super cool activities. So we're still hip with the single kids, even though we go to bed at 10.

Regardless of our social status, the concert was awesome. He [Nate, the lead singer] is a musical genius. Not to mention, he really lights up a stage. He is one of those rockstars, who just obviously loves being a rockstar, and consequently makes you want to be a rockstar.

If you ever have the chance, I suggest you look into seeing him live. It's a guaranteed good time.

waitin in line, in the wind. lookin good.

The super cool couple.

mosh pit kisses

matching in our Fun merch.

It was a fun night, pun intended.

The concert, mixed with the uplifting messages of General Conference, made a perfect weekend.